22. The Taste of Her
Chapter twenty-two
The Taste of Her
Kazimir
The volume rose as the car slowed down and the engine throbbed and the cityscape outside the darkened windows blurred.
My focus remained on my mouse.
I had no interest in the city passing; all I cared about was the intoxicating woman straddling me in the backseat.
A wicked smirk spread across Emily’s face as she reached down between us and unbuttoned my pants.
Shivers of anticipation ran down my spine.
I squeezed those nipples.
She moaned.
“Hmmm. At least your voice isn’t completely gone.” I sneered as she unzipped my pants. “I like hearing how you sound when my cock is deep inside you.”
Another soft moan left her.
With an almost poetic grace, Emily slid her hand into my pants, making me shudder at the warmth of her touch.
Fuck.
She cupped my balls. Surely, they were heavy in those fingers, ready to spill cum all over her.
She licked her lips, let go of my balls, and wrapped those slender fingers around my shaft, just enough to apply a teasing pressure that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me.
I let go of her breasts and put us in an awkward position so I could pull down my pants and briefs. It caused her to rise up and hold my shoulders to keep balance.
Once I slid those briefs down my thighs, I sat back on the seat and repositioned her on me.
That was when I realized how wet her pussy was.
A primal groan ripped from my throat. “You are going to be so pregnant when you leave New Orleans.”
She opened her mouth and then shook her head.
“There is no running from it, mysh .” I nipped at her bottom lip.
Her seductive chuckle echoed in the close quarters. It wasn’t as strong as usual, more faint and hoarse, but I loved it.
She wagged a finger at me.
Every beat of my heart thundered in my cock, each pulse engorging my length with barely repressed desire.
“I do not know what you are trying to tell me, mysh, but I want you on my cock. Riding it hard.”
She widened her eyes.
“Now.”
Smirking, She shifted her weight and began to lower herself onto me.
“Yes.”
Her hand guided my cock to her entrance. That pussy dripped onto the tip.
I groaned. “Yes, mysh. Come here.”
She sunk down onto my cock, tearing a guttural groan from me.
Even through the haze of pleasure, I noticed my mouse fit perfectly against me—our bodies molded together like two separate pieces of a complex puzzle.
My eyes were riveted to the sight of us joined right at the place where my cock disappeared into her body—a sight so sinfully erotic it shot straight to my gut and wrapped around me like a vice.
Then, she began to move those hips, rhythmically atop mine.
Goddamn it.
Each sliding, grinding motion drew another low moan from my lips as she began to ride me with unrestrained passion.
Her breast bounced.
It was almost hypnotic, creating a sensory vortex that held me captive within its spinning core.
All else dissolved into insignificance—the city speeding by outside, the news of her personalities, the dilemma of the witch.
All that mattered was the white-hot pleasure unspooling in my cock.
Tightening.
Coiling.
Building to an intensity that promised a mind-shattering climax.
I was helpless against her pussy and the sway of her twists.
She moaned.
“Fuck,” I breathed, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and matching the rhythm of her gyrations with short snaps of my hips.
Each time she sank back onto me, she let out a breathy moan that set my heart pounding faster in my chest.
Her hands slid up to my chest, fingertips tracing the chiseled contours of my chest and teasing the hard nubs of my nipples.
I grunted and gripped her hips hard, bouncing her on my cock.
A low shriek came from her as she arched back and quickened her movements, riding me with an intensity that had tiny beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead.
I was close to exploding. “E-emily.”
Those breasts bounced and to my surprise, small droplets of milk formed at the puckered points.
Oh my. Naughty mouse.
And this liquid wasn’t beige like on the plane.
This time, I swore it sparkled a dark gold.
I couldn’t help but be momentarily entranced. Those brown nipples glistened and more milk trickled, painting her skin with an exotic glow.
Why so different? And what does it taste like?
And I could barely think as my mouse owned me with that pussy, riding my cock like she was a cowgirl at one of those American rodeos I had seen on TV.
In a daze of raw desire, I reached for her, fingers brushing over the wet peaks with a mix of fascination and primal need.
The sensation shot fireworks through my veins, and my cock twitched inside her, threatening to explode any minute.
The touch seemed to trigger something in her too, and she let out a sharp cry, her pussy clenching down on me in delicious ripples.
The sight of the milk dribbling from her nipples coupled with the feel of her tightening around me was too much.
I must taste it.
I leaned forward, capturing one of the nipples between my lips and sucking gently.
Mmmm.
A soft spray hit the back of my throat.
I groaned in hot lust.
So different.
This milk was like nothing I had ever tasted before; it was sweet but tangy with an underlying taste that I couldn’t figure out. And it didn’t matter anyway. I was too fucking greedy.
Moaning, she captured my head with both hands and rocked that pussy on me.
Oh fuck.
Her movements became more frantic as she rode me harder, grinding down on me in circles that pushed me deeper into her.
More milk spilled out of her nipples, and I drank from her, groaning the whole time.
Fuck. Don’t stop.
The pleasure was spiraling out of control and heading for a cliff’s edge I was ready to jump off willingly.
Her cries grew louder as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around me so hard it felt like she was trying to suck my cock into her body.
In response, I sucked harder at her nipple and reached down to stroke where we were connected. My fingers rubbed over her clit.
She shivered against me.
I gulped down milk and went to the other breast.
Hungry.
Fucking starving for more.
On this new breast, a larger stream of that golden liquid trickled into my mouth.
So sweet.
My cock jerked inside of her. And as she rode me faster, I drunk more of that intoxicating elixir from her breast, each gulp setting my veins on fire.
Fuck. Fuck.
I almost bit into her nipple, it was so damn delicious.
Oh my fucking God. It tastes so good.
The car faded away and all that was left was the taste of her, the feel of her body around me, and the soundtrack of our intertwined moans riding saxophone notes.
So close to cumming, my hands anchored her hips, guiding her movements above me.
But she wouldn’t let me dominate her this time. She slammed that pussy on me, riding my cock with no mercy.
So perfect.
Still sucking on the nipple, I surrendered, unable to do anything but take her sensual assault. Lust consumed my body, leaving only a shell of the man I once was.
Her pace quickened, her body riding higher and slamming down harder, rocking our bodies together in a dance as old as time.
Ffffuck.
I let go of her breast and fell back, drunk off her milk and trembling. My lips and chin were wet.
She whimpered, lost in pleasure, head thrown back and breasts bouncing enticingly with each thrust, spilling milk on me and her.
Mysh, what are you doing to me?
My body spasmed.
Her pussy muscles clenched around my cock rhythmically, the walls of her pussy squeezing me with a tightness that had my vision darkening at the edges.
“Oh shit,” I groaned, feeling my climax building at an alarming speed.
She moaned and her body trembled as another orgasm ripped through her.
And I felt it then too, the coiling tension that told me I was about to burst inside of her. My breath hitched as the pressure became too much to bear.
In a last-ditch effort for self-control, I gripped her hips tightly and tried to slow down her frenzied movements, but it was no use. She was a force unto herself now—a wild creature controlling the tempo that led us both to climactic euphoria.
“Oh. . .damn. . .Emily!” I shouted out, submitting to the oncoming wave of pleasure threatening to rip me apart.
My seed surged out of me, spurting into her with a potency that left me breathless. Her walls squeezed my cock, wringing every last drop of my cum from me. I could do nothing but ride out the storm, holding onto her as the world spun around us.
How did she do that?
From somewhere far away, I heard her let out a high-pitched scream, shuddering as yet another orgasm ripped through her. The sound of it was so beautiful; it felt like a sweet symphony to my ears.
I yanked her forward, embedding my face between her breasts, inhaling her scent and savoring the intimacy of our tangled bodies.
My sweet mouse.
She collapsed on top of me, panting heavily.
The rhythm of her heart thundered against my face, matching the frantic tempo of my own heartbeat.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in closer as if fearing she might slip away. “ Mysh. . . so dangerous.”